Oh, May.
You bring two weeks of testing,
With four minimum days.
Oh, how I love thee,
Let me count the ways.
First there is time,
Each day out by four,
No more long evenings,
Watching the door.
Second there is sunshine,
Evenings stretch before dark,
Time to do yoga,
And take the dog to the park.
Last there is teaching,
With the tests over and done,
More time for history,
For art, and for fun.
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